"The Yellow Emperor's Neijing" has a cloud, "The winer, the essence of the water valley, the liquid of the ripe grain." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After a busy day of work during the day and dinner, Yang Huairen was not idle, and began to draw pictures to explain the construction plan of vegetable greenhouses to farmers who knew how to build.

Tossed until the third watch, Yang Huairen became ill, dizzy for a while, and lay on the ground.

He Zhiyun was in a hurry, touching his forehead, it was already hot. There was no Lang Zhong in Zhuangzi, and Huang Laohan was anxious to find a young man with fast legs and feet to go to the Zhu family Zhuangzi next door to invite Lang Zhong.

Half an hour later, Lang Zhong, surnamed Zhu, arrived, a short middle-aged man in his forties with a mustache.

He Zhiyun saw that this Langzhong was not good-looking, and he was a little distrustful, worried that this kind of rural Langzhong had the wrong pulse and delayed Yang Huairen's condition, but now it is already approaching the fourth watch, and the four gates in the city are closed, and it is too late to return to the city.

Zhu Langzhong saw that she didn't trust her, but she didn't show it, squinted her eyes and took Yang Huairen's pulse, and prescribed three doses of medicine in a row.

"The owner of your village suffered from the cold a few days ago, and the cold poison entered the body, but fortunately, the poison was not deep, and the first medicine was drunk for three days;

Secondly, he had a traumatic wound and had lost a lot of blood, and this second medicine was refined and honey was added for external application. ”

He raised his eyes again and looked at the anxious He Zhiyun, "The third medicine is to replenish blood and invigorate qi, and to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the yuan. ”

He Zhiyun was overjoyed, surprised by Zhu Langzhong's medical skills, remembered the disrespect just now, felt guilty in his heart, and hurriedly squatted down to give a blessing, "The little girl is ignorant and despises Mr., Mr. Haihan." ”

Zhu Langzhong stretched out his hand to help him, only said that it was okay, explained the precautions for Feng's mother's decoction, and then withdrew from the room.

He Zhiyun instructed Xiaohua to take Zhu Langzhong to live in the house first, and repeatedly instructed him to treat Mr. well.

The decoction took another half an hour, He Zhiyun blew the decoction warm, and only after trying not to burn his mouth did he pick up Yang Huairen, and fed him medicine spoonful by spoonful, and when the medicine was finished, a piece of fish belly white had already appeared in the east.

Yang Huairen woke up from the confusion and saw that the worried He Zhiyun was wiping his body with a water-soaked towel to dissipate heat, raised his hand, and pressed it on her hand.

"Yun'er, I'm fine, I just have a fever, I have drunk the medicine prescribed by Mr. Zhu, and I already feel better. You haven't slept all night, go lie down and rest. ”

Seeing that he finally woke up, He Zhiyun couldn't help but have a sour nose and lay in his arms.

"I'm not tired, Renlang, I feel so distressed to see you suffering."

Yang Huairen felt that any language was pale at this time, rubbed his face, and closed his eyes again.

A few maids boiled millet porridge early in the morning, and the farmers sent some blood-nourishing red dates from home to add to the porridge.

After feeding Yang Huairen two large bowls of millet porridge, He Zhiyun was pushed back to the room by him to rest for a while.

Yang Huairen couldn't rest assured that he had drawn a few drawings, put on his clothes and got up again and sat down at the desk.

Lang Zhong, surnamed Zhu, pushed the door in, saw that Yang Huairen had a fever, smiled, and was about to leave, but was attracted by a drawing on his desk.

Yang Huairen was concentrating on drawing, and when he saw someone approaching the desk, he realized that it was Lang Zhong, who had prescribed medicine for his pulse yesterday, so he hurriedly got up and bowed.

Zhu Langzhong waved his hand to signal that he was not polite, picked up a drawing, opened his eyes wide in surprise, opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.

Yang Huairen frowned and was confused again, why is this mustachioed man so rude, how can you see other people's secret drawings if you want to see them?

Just as he was about to snatch the drawings and scold him, Zhu Langzhong suddenly held his hand and said, "The little official is really a god!" ”

"Oh? Hehe, hey, what do you say about this," Yang Huairen was overjoyed when he heard others praise him as a god, "Zhu Langzhong, why do you like to tell the truth so much, Xiaosheng is embarrassed." ”

It turned out that on the drawing, it was a simple process diagram of the steaming process drawn by Yang Huairen.

He traveled through two months, and drank a lot of famous wines of the Song Dynasty in his own garden, which are famous, but they are really not too much.

The biggest problem is that the alcohol content is too low, the liquor is not pure, and the filtration process is not refined, resulting in a more or less sour taste of the liquor.

So he had the idea of distilling and filtering these coarsely processed liquors from the new.

In fact, these processes are not difficult to say, but the distillation and filtration processes in this era are limited by materials and costs, and cannot be mass-produced.

"The little official is too modest, I ask shyly, if this wine is steamed, I don't know if I can ask for a cup below?"

Zhu Qiu? Yang Huairen was familiar with this name, as if his father had told him.

The wine saint of the Song Dynasty? Zhu Qiu!

"Dare to ask Mr. Jiangnan Wuxingren?"

"Huh? How do the petty officials know? ”

That's right. Yang Huairen was so excited that he was all cured, and he never dreamed that he would meet Zhu Qiu, the wine saint of the Northern Song Dynasty, because of a fever.

Zhu Qiu is a famous medical theorist in the Song Dynasty, according to legend, in the Song Dynasty, the ancient medical books "Neijing", "Difficult Classics" and Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" have not been complete, he has been looking for the remnants of these medical classics all his life to sort out, and relying on his own medical experience to supplement a large number of experience prescriptions at that time, the book "Wuqiuzi Typhoid Fever Hundred Questions", has made great contributions to the inheritance and development of traditional Chinese medicine.

He also has another identity, which is the wine saint. He loved drinking all his life, and what is more valuable is that he also studied the brewing of various kinds of wine in different regions, and his "Beishan Wine Classic" recorded in detail the brewing methods of dozens of famous wines in the Northern Song Dynasty.

It was also during this period that under the influence of the "Beishan Wine Classic", China's wine-making technology was greatly improved, and it became the holy book of wine-making for nearly a thousand years.

In Yang Huairen's view, wine culture not only reflects the economic development of agriculture, commerce and manufacturing in an era, but also has an immeasurable impact on the development of ideology, culture, literature and art.

According to the record of the "Song Hui Manuscript", during the period of Renzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, the inner wine workshop and the French wine warehouse directly under the inner court alone, the glutinous rice used for brewing wine reached 80,000 stones, and during the period of Shenzong, the Northern Song Dynasty set up nearly 2,000 liquor affairs, and the annual wine tax was as high as more than 1,300,000 yuan, which shows how rich the country was in the middle of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Zhang Nengchen's "Wine Names" records as many as 223 famous wines of the Northern Song Dynasty, and it is these famous wines that have created countless great writers, poets and artists in another way.

Yan Shu "a new song and a glass of wine";

Su Dongpo "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky";

Fan Zhongyan "wine into the bowels of sorrow, turned into lovesick tears";

Liu Yong "Where to wake up tonight, the willow shore is dawning and the moon is waning";

Li Qingzhao "After dusk of the East Fence wine, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves";

Xin Qiji, "drunk to pick up the lamp to see the sword, dreaming of blowing the horn and the battalion";

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Yang Huairen thought about the poems of these great writers, and hugged Zhu Qiu's thigh with saliva and shouted: "Great God, take your little brother to play together!" ”